Open RP Post

[silverdefender]

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[silverdefender]

Her warmth washes away the worst of the chill of loss and horror. He lets their noses nudge together as he gazes into her eyes.

You were right to fear.

He doesn't need to hear the rest of it to know.

I won't.

[maiden_crowned]

Reaching up she tips her head to kiss him softly.

You... were not taken?

For a moment, her mental voice sharpens, a blade ready in case he needs it.

[silverdefender]

He returns the soft pressure.

They tried. Many times.

[maiden_crowned]

Her voice is the shine of a blade, vicious and proud.

I am glad you are safe


Of course. He would have been a fine prize, after all, one of Elu Thingol's last surviving kinsman on these shores, and her husband, with no considerably prowess of his own.

[silverdefender]

He delights in that fierce strength too. He kisses her again.

Every time I thought I could return to you, you had moved on or I ran into more of the Enemy. I have been trying to get back to you almost as soon as we were parted.

But he'd refused to lead the Enemy straight to her. So he'd led them around in the process of frustrating them and weakening them.

Now they are a little weaker.

Because she hadn't wed a weak Elf.

stares at last tag wow that's a lot of errors I THINK ITS BEDTIME FOR ME

[maiden_crowned]

She nuzzles back into the kiss.

You underestimate yourself, husband she purrs back at him. She's pretty sure they're a lot more than 'little' weaker.

And you returned to me, that is all I wanted

lol NINI <3

[silverdefender]

His grin is feral. Does she need any other proof of that?

Celeborn finally raises a hand to gently dry her face - and just to touch her some more.

No, beloved. They were the ones who underestimated me. And paid the price.

He hums softly, nudging their noses together.

As I always will.

[maiden_crowned]

She kisses the grin, pleased.

Good.

And then kisses him again.

Thank you

It is unfair to make him promise that, probably. So many have not returned, to her, or to him. But she is selfishly glad that he has, all the same. Probably, she should be more cautious - this could still be a trap - but his spirit is warm against hers, moonsilver bright and deep as the roots of old trees.

"You need to rest." She murmurs aloud.